By Old Crow Medicine S, Bobcat tracks in the snow
Tell me mister bobcat where is
By Old Crow Medicine S, Well the cocaine habit is mighty bad
It's the worst old
By Old Crow Medicine S, To Winnipeg, Saskatoon
Eutaw, Wawa, empty room
Hidin' bags, rollin' smokes
Skippin' punchlines,
By Old Crow Medicine S, Well, I swear your perfume, baby
Is made out of turnip
By Old Crow Medicine S, Well if you want it God's got it
By Old Crow Medicine S, I hear the crying of the hungry
In the deserts where
By Old Crow Medicine S, James River blues
I just heard the awful news
I could steer
By Old Crow Medicine S, While the traveling through this big iron world
It'll sometimes ask
By Old Crow Medicine S, Well don't you never let no woman rule your mind
Don't
By Old Crow Medicine S, Well she drug me down
Tossed me round
Slammed my name all
By Old Crow Medicine S, Chug-along, chug-along, like the old Virginia Creeper,
Down among the Mountain
By Old Crow Medicine S, Now there once was a union maid, she never was
